Karl Surrounded by the familiar hustle and bustle of the restaurant, I steal glances at Abby from behind the dishwashing station. She’s busy overseeing the lunch rush, offering a smile to a customer here and a kind word to an employee there. From the outside, she appears so composed, as if nothing
Having mustered the courage to apologize to Daisy, I feel a strange sense of elation. Fueled by that small victory, I find myself back at Abby’s office door on my way to the kitchen. Without knocking, I step inside. Her eyes lift from the paperwork, and she regards me coolly. “I apologized to Da
Abby The morning sun bathes my office in a gentle glow as I dial Leah’s number, eager to discuss Chloe’s upcoming birthday. The phone rings a few times before Leah’s raspy voice picks up on the other end. “Abby? That you?” “Leah, hey,” I greet, trying to hide my concern. “You sound terri
The restaurant, usually abuzz with patrons and staff, feels eerily quiet now, save for the occasional clatter from the kitchen. A framed picture of Chloe and me rests beside my workstation, our grinning faces captured during a sunlit day at a music festival. The warmth and laughter from that day
Abby “You… Want to help?” I’m taken aback. It’s not quite like Karl to willingly offer help, especially in the middle of the night like this. In fact, the very thought of it instantly whisks me back to a memory that was buried in the deep recesses of my mind from when we were married. “Karl
Abby “Alright, paperwork’s done,” Karl declares with an air of finality, piling the last of the filed sheets into a neat stack. The office is a maze of papers, scattered across the desk and floor, but we’ve managed to conquer the monster of bureaucracy. I chuckle, brushing a strand of ha
I blush, nodding. “I remember. You’d spin me around till I was dizzy, and we’d laugh like kids, not caring about anyone watching.” Karl chuckles, his grip tightening around my waist for a brief moment. “There was that one time...” he begins, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “at that club downtow
Abby Sitting in the dimly lit kitchen, the soft clinking of our utensils is a comforting lullaby against the evening's silence. I sneak glances at Karl every now and then, his features illuminated with a gentle glow from the overhead light. He seems lost in his thoughts, enjoying every bite. “